Flavours of Love

a heart burns up
with the orange sky,
strings tug inside
when a dear friend cries,
eyes awash with notes
which engulf the very core,
words swallowed in silence -
they choose to speak no more,
a koel's call explodes
into the quiet of a dreamy morn,
the melting voice of a loved one
wraps me in chocolatey warmth,
the tiny green sprouts
peek out from the brown loam,
the guttural laughter of my son
being completely himself, at home,
the anchored emptiness
of being with a burning flame,
the sound of water flowing
slowly, through a decrepit drain;
all flavours of love.
limitless. free.
why hold on to only one,
when there are so many to feel?
why look for hidden reasons
when there are different flavours,
for different seasons?